A Fell Wind's Offering

The highlands were always a harsh place, between the constant warring of the Pictish clans and the raids of the savage Britons to the south. The Taexali people marked the borders with the blood of their ancestors, and the standing stones of the ancients. The world was mapped long ago, and the Taexali’s place within it was a fact written on the Cairns of a hundred generations.

To the north lay the fierce Caledons. To the west, the friendly hearths of the Venicones. Beyond those lands were the Epidii, and in the southerlands roved the Britons. The world was known, and the seas beyond lead to naught but the edges of the earth…

Until the day when the spring mists brought the untimely roar of thunder from the seas. Great wooden beasts on wings of red, gliding over the waters like serpents over the earth. On their backs came an army of strange men.

The highlands burned under the onslaught of these alien men from beyond the seas, the strange machinations of their foreign gods granting them powers beyond imagining.

The Taexali were scattered across the hills that day, their lands claimed under unfamiliar banners. Now the clans are rallying themselves, unsure of what these strangers from beyond bring with them.

What dark magics brought them here? What elrich powers will it take to send them home once more?